Isn't everyone a part of everyone else
You don't understand. I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
Living with a conscience is like driving a car with the brakes on
You can't eat your friends and have them too.
Fights can be dumped in a dozen ways. Sometimes everybody but the fighter knows. Sometimes only the fighter knows.
Darryl Zanuck turned us down at Twentieth Century-Fox. He told us no one is going to care about a lot of sweaty longshoremen.
Silence is the sure sign that you're on your way out in Hollywood.
As much as I love boxing, I hate it. And as much as I hate it, I love it.
You either go along with the system - conform to what is expected to be a hit - or you have very tough going.
Very few fighters get the consideration of racehorses, which are put out to pasture to grow old with dignity and comfort when they haven't got it anymore.
Boxing is a mental sport. Think of a prizefight as a chess game of mind and body, and you are a little closer to it than if you compare it to a bloody brawl in an alley.
I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
I believed him because the truth is never hard to recognize. Nothing is ever quite so drab and repetitious and forlorn and ludicrous as truth.
I coulda' had class. I coulda' been a contender! But instead I got a one way ticket to Palookaville.
I suppose it's too bad people can't be a little more consistent. But if they were, maybe they would stop being people.